I frowned and took a look inside the hall, which was similar to the hall in Li Village, only an altar was placed in the innermost part of the hall, about 1 meter away from the seat where the coffin was placed, and it was empty all around, and there was nothing.

What to do? If this continues, this middle-aged woman will be able to tear her belly through the mud, and she will not be saved even if she is sent anywhere.

In the end, I couldn't help it, I came to Yang Yan's side with an arrow, motioned him to kneel in front of the coffin and burn paper and say good things, took the gong off the table of the Eight Immortals, came to the middle-aged woman, and knocked it on her ear, and her body moved slightly.

Seeing that this method worked, I knocked more than a dozen times in a row, and my ears hurt a little, and her body eased up, and I pulled her up with my hand, which was not as heavy as before, and helped her to the door of the hall.

When I reached the door of the hall, the middle-aged woman came to her senses, and first spit out the mud from her mouth, and was about to speak, but I covered her mouth, pointed to the coffin, and shook my head.

In an instant, she seemed to understand, knelt down in front of me, and sobbed in a low voice, as if to say, "You must save my daughter!" ”

I helped her up, didn't speak, and walked towards the hall with some anger, hoping that this scene just now did not affect the living burial.

I didn't go straight to the gong, but walked straight to the coffin, leaned over and looked inside, it was dark, calm and nothing out of the ordinary.

The tense heart was finally relieved, I walked back to the table of the Eight Immortals, motioned for Yang Yan to get up and go out, he didn't say anything when he saw my movements, glanced at me and walked out, I continued to beat the gong, reciting the "Changluo Death Natal Sutra".

After knocking for three hours in a row, my mouth was dry and my arms were extremely sore, and I finally finished reciting the "Changluo Death Natal Sutra", which is considered to be completed.

Strange to say, I just finished reading the scriptures, the previous heavy atmosphere in the hall disappeared, I thought for a while, that heavy atmosphere may be the ghost standing in the hall to investigate, now it is gone, maybe the ghost is gone.

Thinking of this, I smiled, put away the gong, lit the three pillars of incense, bowed to the coffin, and burned some yellow paper in the four corners of the hall to express my gratitude.

The middle-aged woman saw that the sound of the gong stopped, sent a red envelope, made a gesture to express her gratitude, I was not polite, accepted the red envelope and signaled her to go out, this is the red envelope I should receive, and the red envelope is very thin, it is estimated that it is not much, just a etiquette.

After getting all this, I looked into the coffin again, it was still the same as in front of me, there was nothing unusual, I found a small low stool to sit on the left side of the coffin, my eyes were staring at the immortal lamp, as long as the immortal lantern was not extinguished before the eight immortals came back, it would be safe tonight.

To tell the truth, I'm quite worried, because the previous recitation of the scriptures was for the ghosts to see, but now I have to guard against the lonely souls and wild ghosts near Wang Zhuang, and if I accidentally let them extinguish the immortal lamp, Wang Jie will be taken away by those lonely souls and wild ghosts.

After staring for about thirty minutes, I was a little sleepy, so I asked Yang Yan to stare at me for a while, he nodded, didn't say anything, just sat down next to me, patted me on the shoulder, and asked me to squint for a while.

I leaned against the wall, my eyes narrowed slightly, I didn't dare sleep too much, I was the only one in this room who knew a little bit about that stuff, and if something happened, they wouldn't be able to handle it.

I don't know how long I squinted, my shoulder was first pushed by someone, and then it was violently shaken, I opened my eyes and looked to the side, it was dark all around, there was a figure standing beside me, looking at the silhouette is Yang Yan, I was not so sure in the dark, his long hair was too dazzling.

Yang Yan's hand on my shoulder trembled a little, he didn't dare to speak, so he broke my body, so that my body was facing the immortal lamp, and at a glance, the immortal lamp flickered, and the flame beat smaller and smaller.

I was full of excitement, Made, and was about to speak, when I suddenly remembered that I was in the hall, and swallowed the words that came to my lips, and said in my heart: "This live burial is really the easiest way to find lonely souls and wild ghosts." ”

Since you dare to come to the door, don't blame the Ninth Master for being ruthless, I got up suddenly, and with the light from the immortal lamp, I groped my way to the table of the Eight Immortals, took out the unused black dog blood from below, and slammed it towards the door of the hall.

As soon as the black dog Xu was splashed out, he heard an 'ah' sound, and then, his eyes lit up, and the hall lit up again, and the call came, and the whole hall returned to its previous appearance, presumably there was a power outage before.

However, I can hear the 'ah' just now, although we all know that there are ghosts in this world, but none of us have ever seen them, so we feel that those things are always around us, so some etiquette is as good as possible.

Now I suddenly heard a sound, and I really felt that the ghost was around, and it was a lie to say that I was not afraid.

I looked up at the door of the hall and saw that Joyce was sleeping soundly, her skirt was stained with a little black dog blood, and the middle-aged woman was leaning against the door and napping, neither of them had reacted until now, apparently the 'ah' was not their cry.

Turning around, I looked at Yang Yan, and found that cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and his limbs were trembling violently, as if he had seen a very terrifying scene, and I followed his gaze.

I saw that the lid of the coffin was pushed open a little, and a person sat straight inside the coffin, his head slightly lowered, his hair was vertical to his chest, and his two hands were on the sides of the coffin, and there was a 'squeak' sound from time to time.

I felt that the nerves in my whole body were tensed, and my brain was a little broken, at this time, she raised her head, looked at me with blank eyes, and looked at Dingqing, her face was full of black and numb dog blood, not Wang Jie, who is it?

Rub, isn't she lying in the coffin, why did she sit up suddenly, I suppressed the tension in my heart, walked over slowly, stretched out my hand and waved in front of her eyes, she smiled at me, that smile seemed very weird to me, she said, "Ninth Master thank you" This voice is very old.

After saying that, her body fell backwards without warning, her head slammed on the coffin, and at the same time, Joyce screamed violently outside, "Ninth Master, it's not good, the breath of the natal Gu has weakened."

As soon as I heard this, I was completely stunned, this Wang Jie suddenly woke up and said such an inexplicable sentence, which made Joyce's natal Gu aura weak, what the hell is going on?

It stands to reason that there was no accident in the ceremony of the live burial, and the middle-aged woman's voice was at most to make her own trouble, which had no effect on Wang Jie at all, but how could it become like this now?